| A wasted life, now excelled in itself
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| With a blade silver and chrome
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| He asked me to come and look inside his bones
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| This room has a floor in which he can’t touch
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| The ropes hang to keep us awake and creep at night to keep us alive
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| He said they creep at night to keep him alive
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| With a shriek so piercing he rattled the pins in his jaw
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| With a breath he spilled onto the floor
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| I let him scour the walls, his body an empty shell
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| Longing for that destined demon
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| His gums hurt from gnawing on the ball
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| I wish he would climb back from the floor
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| Don’t feel alright anymore. |
| All this flailing has made you weary A new wound
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| for the flies gathering in admiration
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| I keep my screams behind the gag
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| He keeps his breath in a glad bag
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| With a shriek so piercing he rattled the pins in his jaw
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| With a breath he spilled onto the floor
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| I let him scour the walls, his body an empty shell
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| Longing for that destined demon
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| This isn’t how he hoped his life would turn out
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| Watching his body turn to dust
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| This isn’t how he hoped his life would turn out
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| Watching his veins begin to rust
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| The camera captures his motion perfectly
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| The knot he wears around his wrist so elegantly
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| Face deep in the earth, far enough to meet his maker
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| Become his life taker |